Coffee makes me feel skinny

Why is it that when I drink large amounts of coffee, I feel so skinny! Also contributing to this feeling could be the fact that I haven't eaten breakfast OR lunch.. and the large amounts of caffeine/sugar from the coffee is making my body feel like I am so hyped up I could run a marathon.

Do people actually get hyped up to run marathons? I wouldn't know, never been much of a marathon runner myself.

Anyways, I am very satisfied by this feeling of being underweight that I have right now, considering especially that after scarfing down a huge Mexican meal for dinner, I felt the complete opposite. Which is the feeling I usually have the majority of the time..

Ok, moving on.. An update on New guy.. He called. Contrary to all of the "if he doesn't call, it means he isn't interested" talk and suspicions I was reading. Yes, I googled "he hasn't called"..Sad, I know. Now, had he known THAT, he really wouldn't have called. Oh, that summoned a laugh from deep within my soul that sounded in my head just slightly evil, but mostly just satisfied. Apparently, New guy is just busy, just as I had hoped. I am also pretty sure that he is fighting back to the whole "you are expected to call" idea. Being one that does not like being told what he can/cannot do, he just didn't want to call because it was expected of him, and he wanted to prove to himself that is was not a requirement, but rather some sort of courtesy. Now I have to ask myself, do I WANT a phone call from a guy that would resist calling me to to prove a point to his stubborn self that he doesn't HAVE to call me? OF COURSE I DO!

I was reading how it can be healthy to imagine off the wall scenarios to help you create a false understanding of certain situations. It helps you to believe something that makes dealing with the situation easier.

For example, rather than thinking of him hanging out with his buddies, and thinking nothing at all about me (which is not what he was doing by the way, I will get to that), I'd rather imagine it was a "no other choice" situation. Such as...It took all of his strength not to call me, he yearned to simply hear the sound of my voice, which would then stir up memories of my sweet smelling perfume and our most intimate moments, but he had been threatened, to test his strength (for whatever reason, this scenario is adaptable to most situations), and prove himself worthy of telecommunicating with me, he had to prove that he could withhold from contacting me (in any form apparently) for 5days. If he failed, an entire litter of the most adorable puppies you have every seen in your life would be tossed into an alligator pit, of which you can only imagine the gruesome outcome. How could I expect him to compromise the lives of such creatures? When in fact, I admire this act of humanity on his part. He is a hero! He didn't even mention the puppies at all when he called either, because, I am sure he just didn't want to brag..

See!! It does help. I am still thinking about those damn puppies!! :)

In reality, it is not as exciting (which is the point of creating the scenario in the first place). He worked half of the weekend, and spent the other half in what he referred to as "me time". Of which included various activities that I got bored with hearing after the first few minutes. Because the whole time I was thinking 'THAT was better than talking to me?' Yikes.. Although I understand the idea of me time, I think lately I have been having "god damn enough of just ME!" time.. So I am not really relating to his situation.

As I am talking to him, on the phone, for the 1st time in 5 days, 2 of which were the weekend. He is playing a video game. I was so impressed with his ability to concentrate on killing and talking to me at the same time. I felt I enjoyed a beautiful co-existence with the Xbox 360. His concentration WAS very impressive, giving exception to the random "mother f**ker!" and "oh my god I just blew up that jeep with a guy in it! with a grenade!" it was a pretty progressive conversation. At one point I asked him if he leaned with the controller (which is something I find myself doing when I play video games), to which he replied "no! real gamers don't lean". Oh my god, he just referred to himself as a "real gamer". My instant response was a very loud laugh followed by a "did you just call yourself a 'real gamer'?" comment, with a "that was a good one" tone of voice. He said "yea, what's wrong with that?". Gulp. He is a funny guy, I thought it was a joke, it wasn't.

He doesn't really fit the "gamer" persona. So I think I can handle it. We are supposed to get together, either tonight or tomorrow. I am hoping tonight, since I am having a skinny feeling day, I wouldn't mind some male attention.

Moral of this blog: Sometimes it's ok if he doesn't call. He might be saving puppies.